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Kenneth - or as they put him in the catalouge of my paintings - K.R. Crawford - alias Olivier Cromwell, seems to have forsaken me entirely.  I feel - just as I was writing the last word a confounded electric bell that I have in my room went off and somebody came in, and then I had to tag and go out so that I've forgotten what I was going to say about K.R.C. however it doesn't matter.  I feel very triste and sad today, couldn't get a model, and the weather is enough to give one the horrors, pouring rain, with a horrid chilly wind, and to make things still more pleasant I was severely chrushed last night by Mme G. however I'm getting used to living in a crushed condition - its becoming chronic.

Good-bye Joe, let me know when you can come and manage it if possible so you wont be here of a Chewsday or a Friday because I have to teach then.  My regards to your Mother and Sister.

Ever Yours
Dennis.